Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man,
play a song for me
I'm not sleepy
and there ain't no place I'm goin' to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man,
play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning,
I'll come followin' you
Take me for a trip upon
your magic swirling ship
All my senses have been stripped
And my hands can't feel to grip
And my toes too numb to step
Wait only for my boot heels to be wanderin'
I'm ready to go anywhere,
I'm ready for to fade
Unto my own parade
Cast your dancing spell my way
I promise to go under it
I think we’re heading into the new season here in south central hoosierville. The temp is 67 at 11:30am.
Strong storms over night, high winds, power out at 4am til 10am. That’s always fun to wake up to. 2nd wave supposed to roll in later this afternoon.
Meanwhile I have a little “Magic House” design I’ve been struggling with for awhile. Each time I think it’s perfect another nasty little ogre surfaces and takes me down a peg. That’s what design is all about. Lot’s of little battles, win some – lose some, but in the end you win the war. Patience and perseverance are your allies and your weapons. FORWARD HO!
On my very rare trips back east to visit the late 90s father figure while I still can, I’ve been known to pass through southern Hoosierville (I-64) but I despise going through KC or St Loonie on I-70 so I now cut across Misery on US36 which turns into I-72 at the Illinois line. Then comes the joy of dealing with Indy’s never-ending construction zone where the signs are intended only for people that already know what’s where.
I used to do business travel to Indy and Cincinnati. Haven’t been that direction in a few years. Next trip I want to get coffee with Ghost.
I have family in WVA and have driven 64 and 70 gobs of times over the years. 70 Through Kansas is quite long drive of course. Going west you see Arrowhead in Missouri near the Kansas border, then a few hours later an eyeball view of Ft. Riley then a number of hours of flat, flat farmland. Seemingly endless and repeating fields of milo. Great pheasant hunting.
80/34/36/70 to 64 … about the only feasible choices to get to Ashland/Huntington area when I lived near Denver if trying to make time. Now it’s usually 80 to Lincoln then over and down to St Joe. I don’t mind 80 or 70 until I hit the dry line. East of there, I begin to feel I need a passport. 🙂
Ghost would have to tell us things I suspect he’d prefer not to reveal. Can’t blame him, I’m a bit that way myself.
Trump dashed in the mug with a mic
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Could have been a shark powerhead wrapped in fur.
Don’t forget to read the comments.
https://townhall.com/tipsheet/saraharnold/2025/03/15/heres-why-people-are-up-in-arms-over-the-reporters-mic-in-trumps-face-n2653873
That big club Carlin tells us we’re not in? Every single one of them is out to get Trump. I suspect eventually they’ll succeed. Gonna need a BIG fan for all the fertilizer that’ll be flying if and when they do.
Lindbergh Lands!
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Lindbergh’s 33 1/2 hour flight ended 10:22 pm May 21, 1927. There was a crowd of 100,000 waiting to welcome him, a far cry from the 500 or so that saw him take off.
My Dh’s family were the first homesteaders in a lovely little valley in MT. The highway into and out of the valley was not paved until 1957. There still is a two room school. It is about the size of a small two bedroom cottage–it has been there since the turn of the last century. Sometime in the 1950’s Lindbergh flew over that valley and fell in love with the place. Bought a piece of the valley.
In the early 1960’s he walked into that schoolhouse graduation celebration. If memory serves me there were only 3 eighth graders “graduating” Eveyone in the room of course knew who he was. He was invited to “give a speech”.
In June the locals still talk about that “graduation day”.
I am trying to start a journal for my daughter to have when I have gone. Trying to do a good writing job and will appreciate any of your grammatical or otherwise comments that will help to improve any of my pieces. I have been known to “dangle my participles”! 🙂
Happy to give it a try but “proper” English is so dull in personal writings. Dangling participles can add flavor to your writing. You want your words to be a conversation, just be you and write what you would say, “proper” or not.
Thanks for the encouragement DT !